The Library Beneath the Snow
Stories buried in cold silence
When the first frost arrived, Tomas heard whispering beneath the ice. The villagers told him it was wind, but he knew wind did not speak in sentences. He followed the voice into the deep forest where snow piled like forgotten time. There, in a clearing, he saw rows of frozen books sealed under crystal layers. Each book held a moment that winter had preserved. Kneeling, Tomas brushed one open, and a memory not his own warmed the cold. The snow melted around him as he read, realizing that winter was not death—it was memory, sleeping.
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